Thursday, March 29, 2012

Painfully true

Lately, in gratitude and aware of gratitude, I have been complaining and grumbling about the manna.

I wanted nothing more than to be a mama. And here I am with the gift of interminable laundry, interminable dishes, interminable teenage hunger, socks, unheeded alarms and the other interminables and I forgot:


It's good. I have. I love. I may need only pay attention.


Modeled by the Patient, Loving One.

With blood and sore feet and holes in His hands.

I can face the interminable with great joy and know that it connects me, in some small sacrifice, to eternal Love.


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